Chapter 15
To her surprise, her virile young son still wanted sex with her and he was determined he was going to have it, no matter what.
"Come on, Mom, knock off the sympathy pitch. I'm not buying it. I want to get my rocks off. So, you get your clothes off and I'll show you what fucking is all about."
She had no alternative, and she quietly, slowly took off her clothes.
As she stood naked before her son, he got an idea. He slipped out of his clothes quickly, and naked picked up a belt, and decided to get out some of his wrath on her buttocks. The belt lashed across her flesh, and she winced.
"Feel good?" he smiled sadistically.
"Stop it, you animal," she cried out in a rage. "Stop it!"
But, her cries only increased her son's pleasure.
"This is one lash for being a whore," he smiled. And his penis became harder.
"And here's another lash for making me into a warped little mother-fucker!"
That lash bit into her flesh and she howled in pain.
"Feels good, huh?" he chuckled. And then, he brought down the whip with a biting sting.
Next, he jumped on the bed, and gripping his penis rammed it up her ass-hole, without bothering to use any lubrication.
"Oh, you're killing me-you're killing me."
"Am I?" he gasped, thrusting into her, "Feel good to you, huh," he laughed.
"Oh, stop it, stop it," she begged.
But her pleas only produced some more thrusts.
"Higher-and higher, and higher," he told her, driving it in as far as he could.
To make it easier to accept her son's penis, she arched her behind so he could get it up there causing her less pain.
This pleased him, and he rode her with a fury.
"No wonder men like to fuck you-you've got about the tightest ass-hole in town! How do you keep it that way with so many men fucking it? Answer me that, will you, dammit?"
The disgust that he felt with her was mounting.
"Jab it up there," he gasped, as he rode it up her hot ass-hole. "FuCk! Fuck! Fuck it!"
She actually began enjoying his cock thrusts because, after all, he was her son.
Bending over, he felt of his mother's breasts. Groping them, he began pinching on her erect nipples.
"Give it to me," he told her, "Ram it back to me!"
Churning her buttocks, she gripped his penis tightly in her anal channel, giving him the kind of action he enjoyed so much.
And then, the hot penis exploded. The juice shot up her ass-hole, and she milked it.
He pulled his penis out quickly, delighted that he could make it as difficult for her as he knew how.
She lay there, in a heap.
"Well," he laughed, "Don't you think you'd better shove off on the double. I'm sure you've got somebody waiting to screw you, Mom, dear."
"You little bastard," she snapped.
"If I'm a bastard it's because you made me one, Mom, darling!"
"Of course, you do have a point there, baby," she smiled. And then, Gloria took a shower, making it a point to wear her shower cap so she wouldn't get her hair mussed up anymore than it already was.
Coming out of the shower, she dried off, and her son smirked. "You've really used your body, haven't you?"
"Get out of my way," she said, "I've got to go to work."
"Oh, I know, Mom-I know now!"
"Say, Mom, I found me a real nice chick-a young gal without wrinkles, and she fucks good."
"Now, don't go knocking up some rich man's daughter and cause me a pile of trouble. I think I've had enough trouble with you already."
"I'll take care-you do the same. You could still have a baby, couldn't you, Mom. What would happen if we had a child?"
"You dirty bastard," Gloria snapped, "How dare you talk that way to your mother."
"My dear, sweet, hustler Mom. Or is it women tonight, maybe you're going the lez route?"
"You're possessed," she said, slipping into her clothes, and brushing her hair, "Anyway, I'm fixed. I don't have to worry about more kids. One like you is enough for two lifetimes."
"Can't take it, huh?"
"Oh, I can take it, and I can dish some out too," she said, "Before you came barging in here like this tonight I felt completely different toward you. But, no more, baby. Now, I must admit it, I only have hate in my heart for you."
"Isn't that a kind thing for a Mom to tell her son?"
"You've got lots of guts, Mom-I got to hand it to you."
"To survive, son, requires a lot of guts. Do you think I've enjoyed it every time I made it with a man? Do you think it's been one big, happy ball to rush out to where they want me to service them. Get involved with a lot of trashy people, and suck their awful ass-holes? Maybe you think it's fun-but I hate it."
"But you don't hate it enough to stop, do you, Mom?" he asked cagily. "I'm afraid-"
"Of what?" Tommy asked her, nudging his chin with his hand.
"I'm afraid of what would happen to me-to us-if I ever stopped doing my thing! I've never done anything else. From the first moment I could turn men on, I've done it. And I'm good at it. It's my job-and to go into some office and work as a file clerk, let's say-I-I could never do it!"
"Never is a big word," he laughed, "real big!"
"Goodbye, son," she said, and then she walked over to him, and he saw her eyes were moist and red.
"Mind if I kiss my beautiful little bastard whom I'm still madly in love with?"
"What?" Tommy blurted, unable to understand how she could still feel love in her heart for him.
"Of course I love you. You're mine. I created you in my own body, didn't I?"
"Yes, Mom," Tommy said tears stealing down his cheeks, "You did!"
"And I'd always love you. There isn't anything you could say or do to change it-I shall always love you, even if you kill me."
That was too much for Tommy. When he knew the depth of the love she felt for him, he wrapped his arms around her lovingly, and told her, "Oh, Mom-forgive me!"
"Of course I forgive you," she wept embracing him, "What happened today is my fault, not yours. You were torturing me because you were tortured. You wanted to make me feel as miserable as you felt-misery loves company."
Pulling away from her a moment, Tommy smiled through his tears, "Couldn't we live a normal life?"
"Maybe," she said, a ray of hope splashing across her path, as she considered the possibility of acting in a different manner.
And then, she pulled away from him, and whispered, "Goodbye, son."
"So long, Mom," he smiled as she went out the door. Now, he knew he had to talk to somebody. There was always Leslie. He decided he'd go visit her-if she wasn't busy entertaining.
He left the house, locking it up to make sure nobody would get in when he was gone, and as he walked down the streets, he wondered to himself if he could ever be happy.
And then he saw the light on in Leslie's place. She apparently was home. He walked silently to the back apartment, and knocked on the door.
"Who's there?" she asked.
"It's me-Tommy."
"Tommy-can't you go away and leave me alone?"
"I've got to talk to you, Leslie," he insisted.
"Alright, alright-I'm not feeling well," she slurred, and it wasn't very difficult for Tommy to determine why she wasn't feeling very well.
When she appeared in the doorway, Tommy got a surprise. She looked bleary-eyed drunk, and bags under her eyes told the tale.
"Alright-come in if you've got to-but no sex!"
"I have to talk to someone," he confided, "I'm flipping out!"
"Why are you so uptight?" she said, gesturing for him to sit down in a threadbare overstuffed chair.
"Because," he said, "I've done something that probably is about as low as you can go-and I mean LOW!"
"What?"
"First, before I tell you I want to know your attitude toward people who do funny things sexually. I mean really funny things!"
"Name it, I've heard of it," she told him frankly.
"Alright, let me give you one example," he said, "What would you think of a guy who-likes to beat women for kicks?"
"That's the kind to steer clear of," she smiled, "I'm not partial toward pain. I hate pain as a matter-of-fact."
"I get kind of a kick when I use a belt on a woman's butt," he admitted sheepishly.
"That is mild sadism, darling-could I get you something to drink. You look thirsty."
"A beer," Tommy smiled expectantly, glad she was so generous to share her liquor with him.
She brought a can of beer over to him, and refreshed her own perpetual drink.
"Now, as you were saying-what awful thing do you imagine you are guilty of?"
"Alright, if you really want to know and you won't hold anything against me, I'll tell you. I'm a mother-fucker!"
"A who?" she gulped her liquor down quicker.
"A kid who turns on with Mom!"
Tommy was on a tightrope emotionally, awaiting her response. What would she think of him?
"Takes all kinds," she said nervously fidgeting with her fingers. "It does seem like a strange thing to analyze. You want to go back in the hole you popped out of?"
"That's awful you put it that way," he said tightly, thinking she was making fun of him.
"Oh, baby, forgive me. I'm not criticizing you-not at all, darling. I'm just trying to analyze it!"
"Yeah, and how does it come out?"
Utilizing her resourcefulness in thinking of clever ways to set his young, tense mind at ease, she assured him, "Honey, you'd be surprised how many motherfuckers there are in this old world. Don't think you are the first kid who turned on with Mom. You're not, and you're not the last either," she smiled, and then let her glance go down to her drink, and soon she was drinking again.
"Oh, I feel better already," Tommy sighed, leaning back and sipping some more beer..
"I thought you would," she smiled pleasantly. And Tommy couldn't help but wonder if she was just a put-on.
"You know, Tommy there are men-and there are men. You've got a big cock, and hot balls-and you've got to get those rocks offone way or another, so it's only natural that you turn to sex with someone, and in your case-it was Mom. Beautiful! Now, don't let it get you down, okay?"
"I'll try not," he said, and went on drinking.
"Could I tell you something that might surprise you," she asked smoothly.
"If you want to tell me. I'm not pressing you to tell me anything, Leslie."
"Well, it's this. When I was a kid I was molested by my own father."
"That's incredible," Tommy gasped, "That means you're a father-fucker, and I'm a mother-fucker!"
"Right-on," Leslie laughed, "And I'm none the worse for wear!"
"How do you mean?" Tommy smiled.
"I mean this," she replied, "It never hurt my psyche. I can screw all I please and I never feel funny about the fact Daddy began his little darling on the highway to good times-in bed!"
"Do you think it's fair to start a kid out though?"
"There are two views on that question," Leslie admitted. "One view is respectable people and the law-they think it's abominable.
And then there is the liberal view where anything goes."
"I know which view you have," he laughed.
"Of course, of course," she laughed along with him. And then, she said, "How was your Mom? Did you enjoy laying it on her?"
"You know it," he smiled, "She's really a good grind."
"High class," Leslie smiled, "I'm low-class NOW, but I haven't always been. I used to have a gorgeous complexion, have my hair fixed each week by a hairdresser. I've really come down a long, long way since I began."
"That's too bad-"
"That's the way the cookie crumbles," she said, "She'll have her day, and then she'll fizzle like a burnt-out hunk of coal."
"You sure are bitter, aren't you?"
"Yes," Leslie said bitingly, "I suppose I am. I'm an alcoholic and I've got to face it. And I support my vices on that bed over there, because I lost the battle with the bottle, baby-more years ago than I care to admit."
As the music played the haunting refrains of Laura, she sipped her drink in the heavy spirit that surrounded her, as she looked at a young boy whose life might well be bent out of shape. And then she said, "You're an awfully sweet kid, and I suppose the temptation is too much sometimes for a parent, so don't be too hard on her. I haven't been on my Dad. You'll feel better if you have a little understanding!"
And then, he kissed her on the cheek softly. "Thanks for being so understanding of me-"